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The mountain clearness Isn't going to shift the mountain's vagueness The steering eyes cant dip into another cloud And we cant walk out again on their lives A bitten howl has struck another chord in humanity Freedom is the security that creates insanity The Fickle hearts that smear threats on the infants hands I believe in humanity I don't believe in a single human I wish for a night that the mountain's grip can hold us over I shrink into a flower to be plucked because I am afraid I think blood is an excuse for violence and violene is an excuse for war We don't look in our eyes to find light We turn the night into a fire under cars Beeping. Burning. Bursting. Buzzing. Blasting Fear and terror thickens the lump in my throat and cuts a circle from my organs It is scary to think we are just humans, the same humans capable of the exctition of ourselves. I wish to all of those out there. In fear. I will help. I will do all that I can. These are not just words. This is a promise.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
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The mountain clearness Isn't going to shift the mountain's vagueness The steering eyes cant dip into another cloud And we cant walk out again on their lives A bitten howl has struck another chord in humanity Freedom is the security that creates insanity The Fickle hearts that smear threats on the infants hands I believe in humanity I don't believe in a single human I wish for a night that the mountain's grip can hold us over I shrink into a flower to be plucked because I am afraid I think blood is an excuse for violence and violene is an excuse for war We don't look in our eyes to find light We turn the night into a fire under cars Beeping. Burning. Bursting. Buzzing. Blasting Fear and terror thickens the lump in my throat and cuts a circle from my organs It is scary to think we are just humans, the same humans capable of the exctition of ourselves. I wish to all of those out there. In fear. I will help. I will do all that I can. These are not just words. This is a promise.
lei-ryce
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
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